|My Father, My hero
Author: Mystic Vixen PM
Bruce Wyne had a 16 year old girl who is close to uncovering his secret. What happens when she does? Hope you enjoy. please R&RRated: Fiction K - English - Adventure/Tragedy - Chapters: 8 - Words: 5,737 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-14-04 - Published: 11-30-04 - Status: Complete - id: 2152962
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My Father, My Hero
Okay this is my first attempt at a batman fic. I'm doing my best to get my other stories up dated as well. Have fun reading it!
"Alfred," sixteen-year-old Tamara Wayne said to her friend, who was also her butler, as she walked into the kitchen where he was preparing the next evening meal. "Where did you say dad was again?"
"Master Bruce had to go to the office for a little while because something came up that needed his immediate attention." Alfred said telling the young Miss got the twelfth time, literally, where her father was and why he wasn't home at ten o'clock that night.
"You know Alfred," Tamara began as she stole an unchopped carrot from the cutting board that Alfred was using. "What do you think about this Batman guy?"
"Well, I really don't know Miss Tamara. I guess he's all right." Tamara reached for another carrot but Alfred stopped her. "Now, you don't want to spoil your supper." He always used that scolding excuse for why she couldn't have something even if it was after supper.
"Alfred it's almost ten thirty. Besides I've all ready eaten."
"Oh really, I don't remember you eating here." "That's because Tom took me out." "Oh yes. Is this your third or fourth date with Master Tomas?" "Third and if you must know and it appears that you must we had Chinese."
"Oh dear your father's not going to like that."
"He despises the Chinese." Alfred teased the young Miss of the house.
"Very funny." Tamara said as she stroked the gold heart shaped locked that she always wore around her neck. Her mother had given it to her when she was four years old.
"You miss her don't you?" Alfred asked as he stopped cutting the veggies and set the knife down.
"Yeah, I do. What was she like, Alfred?"
"Ah, Madam Wayne was a very beautiful and sweet woman that made the most of everyday. You remind me and your father of her. Your more like her than your father I can tell you that but you are also your father's daughter. You do know that she would love to have been here to see you grow and dating and what not. It's a shame that that robber shot her on her way home." Alfred began to put the veggies in a bag and Tamara said,"I think I'm going to bed now. Would you let me know when my dad gets in?"
Alfred heard a bit of sadness in Tamara's voice but there was nothing he could do to help heal that sadness. That sadness could only be heald by a father's tough and love. "Yes Miss." Alfred said as he watched the young Miss Wayne walk off to bed.
Later that night, Alfred went to the Grandfather clock, pushed both hands at twelve o'clock and it came out to reveal a door. Alfred walked in and just as he did the Bat mobile pulled into the Cave.
"Good morning Master Bruce."
"Good Morning, Alfred. What time is it?"
"3, Sir." Alfred walked over to Bruce, who had taken off his mask, and saw that Bruce had a black eye and blood on his face.
"Master Bruce, you look awful!"
"Oh this?" Bruce pointed to his left eye as if it were nothing.
"One of Penguins goons hit me pretty hard."
"Did you get him Sir?"
"Yes actually. I've been trailing him for months and I finally got him. I told you it would all pay off Alfred."
"Yes you did sir."
"How's Tamara?" Bruce sat in a chair, while Alfed went to find the 1st aid kit. "She's fine Sir, although," Alfred came back and found Bruce on his feet and a worried fatherly look on his face. "What? Although what? Is she all right?"
"She's fine sir but I think she suspects."
"That you are Batman."
"Really? How'd you find that out?" Bruce sat back down and Alfred tended to his wounds.
"She talks to me late at night when no one else is home. Would it be so bad if she found out sir?"
"No, I suppose not but I don't know if she's ready for the responsibility of knowing."
"You know I think she hopes that you are Batman."
"What do you mean?"
"Well she asked me what I thought about him and I told her I didn't know really."
"Yeah. What'd she say?"
"Nothing but I suspect that she thinks he's cool." Alfred said as he finished cleaning Bruce up and patted him on his shoulder. Bruce stood and asked, "Is she still up?" "She went to bed a few hours ago but she asked that I tell her when you got home."
"Thank you Alfred." Bruce began to walk away when Alfred called, "Master Bruce, how are you going to explain your eye you Miss Tamara?"
"I don't know. I'll think of something."
"You always do sir. You always do."